Chevy Woods - Homicide (Remix) lyrics

[Produced By RMB Justize & DJ Spinz] [Hook: Wiz Khalifa] I bought a whole O to smoke I'm riding high My n***as with me, they down to ride I got my change up, they looking like they surprised Got n***as hatin' on me hard cause my paper right Money from the floor way up to the sky Now they wanna know and they wonder why I got my wings when I was young so I tend to fly I put my chain on, they saying it's homicide And I'm k**in' ‘em, it's homicide I'm k**in' ‘em, it's homicide [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] It ain't even fair Got the Mazi' out, look like Nicki here White drop head, call it white chalk Burgundy insides, 57 sauce And n***a I'm k**in ‘em, bring the body bags Count a million, fill the body bag In my murder coupe, call it toe tag Spend a grip n***a, call me 4 Jags And n***a I'm k**in' ‘em, call a murder case Got my Rolli' on, got the murder face Roll another blunt, dust my shoulders off n***as hatin' Young, watch me shake ‘em off [Hook: Wiz Khalifa] [Bridge: Wiz Khalifa] I got my change up, they looking like they surprised n***as hatin' on me hard cause my paper right But I'm k**in' ‘em, it's homicide I'm k**in' ‘em, it's homicide I got my wings when I was young so I tend to fly I put my chain on, they saying it's homicide I'm k**in' ‘em [Verse 2: Chevy Woods] With black on black cars coming through Presidential sh**, tints on the whip So dark can't see who riding in that b**h Suits and tie's no questions why Somebody get a box ready for these guys No four door, had the coupe that ride That eagle right here if you wanna feel fly No games though, no names spoke This crack right here, c**aine flow I don't know what you doing but I'm paid bro Yeah I pitch that 9 like pedro Stuck in the car with my n***a I'm ready to ride We on our way to the top, watch that paper rise [Verse 3: Chevy Woods] Keep telling everybody what you gonna do Middle finger like f** what you going through All I know is that money that I'm going to And them gang boys wanna bore you Like wa**up cause I told you Just money in the pocket, fold you T-A-Y-L-O-R G-A-N-G Gang [Hook + Bridge: Wiz Khalifa] [Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa] First 48, first 48 Took out 50 racks and blew the first 48 I ain't worried about spending bread cause I got more to make Soon as they see that Maserati they gone surely hate Hundred for a show, can you afford a date And that's just one show, imagine what my tour gon make? Police ran up on my tour bus But hey my n***as more money more problems More lawyers on the case n***as at the Grammys I was at the crib working Heard they little diss but I'm just being the big person Never been trained, still my aim near perfect Everything I spits murder, bow!